Welcome to the nearest thing we will get to an exemplary container episode, wherein everything the activity is restricted to a solitary area.
For this situation: The island of Driftmark, seat of House Velaryon.
It knows that it wasn't actually necessary to focus on the actual jug — it's about the Diet Coke you top it off with, and the Mentos you thud in prior to dashing the damnation away.
slams them against one another in manners that constantly bring about sex or potentially viciousness; then sends everybody back to their different corners, staggering from the experience.
Large things occur! Large changes! A dragon acquired, an eye lost! A marriage closes in fire, another starts in blood! Battlefronts get laid out — no however seriously,
this time we mean it, we're utilizing indelible marker! Furthermore, two characters, the two you least expect, get something that looks a ton like a blissful consummation together! Some way or another!